Thought we derived from Heaven,
The Godlike form and features
To mankind only given
But now we see our pedigree
Made plain as in a glass,
And when we grin we betray our kin
To the sires of the British Ass!
The British Volunteer.
The country has a quarter of a million of highly trained and disciplined Volunteers, yet the Government will neither find rifle ranges for the Infantry, nor cannon for the artillery. Camp equipment, commissariat, ambulance, and medical stores, are all wanting to render the service of any practical value in time of need.